The Forgotten - Part 3

I got to play a concert today

In Waukegan Art Park

With my bro

In a brand new place

Thinking that a 25 minute set wasn't much

We still believed it was enough

To help a friend in need

Someone trying to make it like you and me

There was another though

Not on center stage

But just off to the side

Without much to say

A little boy

With black skin

A person

With just a little more pigment

So I set my kid in her car seat

And patted her curly head of hair

like 1, 2, 3

When I turned to my left

All I could see

Was this little kid

Wandering around

Not hiding

But also not being seen

He looked so sad

So lonely

Looking for a little relief.

So I walked up to him

To give him some belief.

I asked him, "Hey buddy are you ok?"

When I could have just smiled and walked away.

I stuck my hand out

For a good ole fashion shake

Because I wasn't going to leave

This little kid in my wake

He took my hand with no smile.

Only a frown.

While he looked to the floor

Straight at the ground

I said again,

"Are you ok?"

He looked up

And I could see it in his face

He responded, "I just want to see the kids." But what I think he really meant to say

Is. "I just want to play."

A Mc Is On His Way

A Mc is on his way

Forced to find his roots in unreasonable ways

He traveled from the far east

To the Midwest

To find a new home

That ended up being in turmoil

And social unrest

Further gnarling his dome

He did what he could to make things right.

He paid what he had to buy some time.

He didn't attend a funeral in time.

Sometimes life isn't a perfect rhyme.

But the world had different plans

For that Irish-man

It forced him back to the land from once he came

For an unfortunate event

Having to do

With a best friend

-- Inspired by Emily Dickinson--

Coach See